SCIENCE OF FOXHUNTING. 309 



CHAPTER XXXVII. 



"All at once the pack 



With greedy nostrils sniff' d the fuming steam 

 That glads their flutt'ring hearts ; as winds let loose 

 From the dark caverns of the blust'ring god 

 They burst away, and sweep the dewy lawn." 



Will Headman handling his hounds Jem the first whip A wily 

 trickster outwitted ' k Finis coronat opus." 



WILL HEADMAN knew when to let well alone. 

 His lips, however, moved a little as he muttered, 

 " Ah ! you're a fine one, and I shall know you 

 again ; and now I know also the point where your 

 home lies ; that's enough for me. But, by Jove, he's 

 away!" as his quick eye caught a glimpse of his 

 friend springing into the field from the high wood 

 bank. " Ah ! that's the thing ! no hallooing now ; 

 the gents are all t'other side the right side of the 

 wood for us. We shall have a fair start, and after 

 that no favour." 



No sooner had the fox cleared the second fence 

 over a large pasture field, than the forms of Will 

 Headman and his hunter were seen vaulting over 

 the deep ditch which bounded the coppice, and then 

 not till then, when his darlings were settled well 

 down upon the scent did a screech issue from his 

 throat, which cleared the wood of any young hound 

 which might have lingered behind. 



" Cheeringly ho ! merrily, cheeringly on we go," 



